In ancient times, it was high and cold, and the sky was blue and snowy. Wanren Snow Mountain is so lonely that it seems like you can touch the passage of time with your fingers. The desolation that enters the eye is the eternal sadness. A song of Hujia blew away the dream-like confusion of Jinling City's prosperity, and hundreds of thousands of heroic souls just sighed along with the legacy of Lengyue Border Pass.
How many people live in prosperity and live in a state of intoxication? How many people have seen the city walls piled with bones at the border?
The sword in his hand was filled with coldness, and even he himself didn't know how many people this sword had killed. What is Tao? What is law? What is right? What's wrong? Perhaps the original intention he had insisted on from the beginning was turned into ashes in that treacherous conspiracy.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
